Furious Fiction July 2020 Prompts
- Each story had to take place at either WEDDING or a FUNERAL.
- Each story had to include something being cut.
- Each story had to include the words “UNDER”, “OVER” and “BETWEEN”.
Winners and the Short/Longlist
Blacklung by Charles M.
Harvey never liked attending weddings. He was caught snoozing at the cathedral pews, daydreaming, only waking up from his peaceful slumber by the frozen hands of the cold blast of the wind’s sighs that rushed from the abrupt opening of the entrance door.
His body jerked and a loud groan erupted. It was followed by an insensitive yawn. He took no regard to the surroundings. Yet none of the patrons that were there seemed to bother or notice. He was never one to read between the lines. Slowly opening his eyes, he turned to see where he was, but wondered how he got there. Frazzled, he turned to the direction of the cathedral doors and there, slowly marching to the music of the pipe organs was a familiar face; his dearest wife Marceline.
Adorned in white, looking so happy like the times when they first fell in love. It was a face Harvey had missed for a long while.
However, Harvey paused. This didn’t seem right.
He got up from the pews and shouted.
“Marcy? What’s going on here?”
There was no response. No pause. Not even a slight recognition from her, or the others who were a captive audience of the marching bride.
He then felt the floor tremble under his feet, and both dirt and dust fell from the stone interiors of the cathedral. Soon, his surroundings briefly transitioned into a fleeting flashback of the constant temblors he felt during his work inside the mines. It flashed back into the cathedral, where his all too familiar coughing fits started. Black and bloody mucus was spat out and he was gasping for air.
Desperate, he tried clutching onto a patron that sat next to him, but he fell to his knees in front of him and experienced another brief flashback. He was lying in the bathtub, still violently coughing while trying to wash away the soot that was marked on his face and body – but his body, so exhausted and weary from his illness was weak.
He then remembered his wife Marcy coming into the bathroom with a look of anger on her face.
“Why can’t you just die? Can’t you see what this is doing to me?” she screamed. “I can’t do this anymore. I just want this to be over.”
Back at the cathedral, black water began to fall from his mouth and his air circulation was cut. He then remembered struggling for his life, trying to fight back from his wife Marcy, pushing his body down.
Harvey felt pangs of despondence, seeing Marcy’s happy face and exited the cathedral doors, drawing attention from no one and knowing what had happened.
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